Raw Breed - That's My n***a lyrics

[Chorus x1] That's my n***a, he pull the trigger any time Brothers wanna fuss but get bust with a 9 That's my n***a, he sippin' gin and drinkin' wine Brothers wanna fuss but get bust, bust em down [Verse 1] I feel like I gotta go out revenge my mans d**h k** the captain, rest in peace my n***a, he's in heaven You know the sh** that we been through You should've never walked the street without your heat too But its alright yo, it was almost a miracle You wiped the tears from my eyes, said goodbye, told me go I dropped to my knees begging for forgivness Left k**ing to the Lord, now I'm handling business I'm on my way out the hospital, co*king back the heater About 3 o'clock in the afternoon, what's taken over me I'm bout to rest more n***as than a motherf**ing cemetary [Verse 2] Yo thats my n***a Hes on the corner thinking murderous, scandalous Evilous, scheming, hes even k**ing f**ing people He's drinking forty's, smoking blunts Yo thats his brain twisted The sickest, the illest, n***as walking, body stickin' He's slippin' on n***a, he's sticking up your party He's caching bodies, living rowdy That n***a lives for confrontation So crews be facing all that heavy weight and The blasting, so then fashion n***as won't be lasting Its real, the knuckle head n***a be short fusin' Divide, abuse, drug abusion, the slug shootin' So everyday he's f**in' lootin', some other sh** d**h wishin', its '96 strictly head splittin' [Chorus x1] That's my n***a, he pull the trigger any time Brothers wanna fuss but get bust with a 9 That's my n***a, he sippin' gin and drinkin' wine Brothers wanna fuss get bust, bust em down [Verse 3] Yo that's my n***a The k**er, guerilla, licker, sipper The dungeon dweller Look at his drunk a** in the gutter He got a box cutter to slice ya He don't like ya, he might be drunk He's no punk, his drunk a** will fight ya And light you up like a lightning bolt His minds polluted with smoke tho the kid is no joke Yo I once seem him choke on his vomit He's no comic, he comes atomic when he gets his chronic in his tonic And ask me why ?[taste the with the beer for a chaser]? Creates a monster that will come here to mutilate ya Yo he hate ya, he hate ya with a pa**ion He drunk off his a** laughing and now he starts blasting [Verse 4] Ahhh shucks And if he pull a trigger I guess you stuck Ammunition will make you duck, yo put 'em up For confrontation, next generation My 40 grand man that takes vacation For concentration in his though He plays the game like a sport So he don't get caught Out in the mist taking a risk And if he die young, of course he will be missed Blow out the trees, struggle Johnny walker he guzzles That keep him puzzled, not knowing it keeps him on point And makes him start to stumble But still be down to rumble My n***as all that, live fat And stay strapped with gats If you got beef you better watch your back [Chorus x1] [Verse 5] Thats my n***a Murderer, burglar, a street warrior My n***a f**ing hurt ya black a** on the corner Born loser, drug abuser, the b**h smacker Car jacker, k**er, cracker, and blast pa**enger Laugh at ya, yo my n***as sinister Slit your face, whip your a** for the malt liquor Mug pictures in all books, on all trees inside the ghetto Packing pistols, my n***as wearing army issues Camouflage, yo God, my n***as so bizarre Behind bars my brother caught crazy face scars [Verse 6] My man 40 grand and he's blinkin' Said he clickin', lightin' up sh** like a big when its on Heads get scorn and torn, sh** is ill I try to tell him chill when he was holding out his steel But that's my n***a, sippin' gin and drinkin' wine Probably go to war at a drop of a dime Got a chip on his shoulder the size of a boulder And when you step up and get buck up I won't say I told ya, street soldier Peter rolled ya, somebody shoulda told ya When n***as do real things some k**in' ?ya-ya? And bring the ra-ra Cops get twisted, wish get flipped Shots get licked, cuz stupid motherf**ers Want the rukus by the clip [Chorus x2]